Political Affair
by hpfreak2008
Summary: Lilly had never wanted to be President, she wanted to date the President's daughter. LILEY.
1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the clothes I am wearing right not, the computer I am typing this on, or the delicious Oreo I just at

Disclaimer: I do not own the clothes I am wearing right not, the computer I am typing this on, or the delicious Oreo I just ate. I am simply a hobo with crazy ideas and an unhealthy obsession with Hannah Montana, which I do not own either.

"Shh! We're gunna get caught!"

"No we're not!" giggled Lilly.

She paused momentarily, looked back at Miley, and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with a warm smile.

The two girls crept along quietly, heading west down the center hall on the second floor of the White House.

The hall seemed incredibly long to Miley, never ending, and the longer they walked the more nervous she became. She knew there were guards patrolling all six floors of the White House, not to mention the video cameras located throughout her home. If they got caught! Well, Miley didn't want to think about it, her dad didn't need another reason to dislike Lilly.

Lilly. This was all her fault, her idea, and, as usual, Miley couldn't say no, even though she did put out a very persuasive argument pleading Lilly to abandon her newest sex-induced adventure. Not that Miley necessarily wanted to say no to begin with. The prospect of making love to Lilly in the Oval Office, perhaps the most important office in the United States, not to mention her father's office, was very naughty and appealing. Yes, Miley was definitely afraid, but she was also immensely turned on.

"Your sure there aren't any cameras in here right?" whispered Lilly, opening the door to the Oval Office.

"Yeah. Daddy likes to keep his meetings private."

"I like keeping our meetings private too." replied Lilly with a smirk, shutting the door softly behind them.

It was very dark inside the office, but Miley was familiar with the layout of the room so she took Lilly's hand and led her to one of the striped white and red couches in the middle of the room without hesitation. As soon as they reached the couch Miley pushed Lilly down onto it and promptly climbed on top of her, attacking her mouth with a hungry kiss.

"I thought you didn't want to do this," Lilly gasped out when Miley left her mouth after a few seconds to work on her neck, "yet you sure are eager right now."

"Shut up," growled Miley, "I am so freaking turned on right now so fuck me quick so we can get the hell outta here before we get caught!"

"I love it when you say fuck" Lilly exclaimed before doing exactly what Miley had commanded of her.

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	2. History

Knock Disclaimer in the first chapter

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Miss Miley! Your father is requesting your presence in the dining room for breakfast!"

"Fuck off Tom! It's too damn early!" Yelled Lilly from her comfortable position in bed, holding a very warm and naked Miley.

"Lilly!" Miley reprimanded loudly. "We'll be right out Tom, thanks." She added.

"You need to be nicer to him, he has saved our butts so many times." Miley directed at Lilly while she got up and searched for her pajamas.

Tom was the Chief Usher, he coordinated the day-to-day household operations in the White House, and he adored Miley and Lilly. He was also one of the few people who knew they were dating and he was constantly making sure they didn't get caught making out in one of the 132 rooms in the White House. Lilly liked to be creative.

"It's too early to be nice." Lilly whined. However, she also got up and started looking for her nightwear. "What are we going to do today?"

"Anything you want to do." Miley replied, giving Lilly a quick peck on the lips.

A few minutes later they exited Miley's room and walked towards the West Wing, a similar path they had taken the night before, only the motive behind the journey was exponentially different this time around. Once they entered the West Sitting Hall they took a right into the President's dining room.

At the end of the table, with a large open window behind him, sat President Stewart, reading the newspaper and eating a bagel.

Lilly smirked at the thought of the President knowing that she had done some very unconventional things with his daughter the night before in the office he worked in daily. She had made love to the President's daughter in the very same couch he regularly sat down upon with other head's of states. Oh yea, she was badass!

Of course, Lilly knew that if Mr. Stewart ever did find out she and Miley were dating again, the outcome would be anything but funny.

President Stewart used to be the Governor of Tennessee. He was a well- liked Republican, right of center, but not too far right. He was a family man, humble, he had worked his way up in the world and he was all the better for it.

However, it wasn't until then Governor Stewart joined Lilly's parents, the two Senators from California, in their revamped Go Green Campaign, that he made a big name for himself among Republicans and Democrats alike.

Why did a respected Republican want to work with a couple of tree hugging, hippie liberals? Lilly didn't know, or care, because it was during her parents and President Stewart's many meetings that she met Miley.

They became friends instantly. Miley was drawn to Lilly's carefree and obnoxious nature; she was loud, crazy, fearless. Miley wasn't used to girls so beautiful and daring, but she liked it. For the first time, Miley raced a very expensive car (she didn't know what kind of car but she knew it was worth a lot of money because Lilly told her it was and because some guys almost cried after she crashed it,) she drank, smoked and yelled obscenities (Lilly admitted to being very turned on after she said 'fuck,' and they had sex for the first time afterwards.) Miley was free, and she was in love with Lilly. That last part was terrifying for Miley. So many questions, denial, sleepless nights, confused feelings, more questions, but in the end, Miley couldn't resist. She could never resist Lilly.

For Lilly, it was love at first sight. She usually wasn't one for cheesy and cliché thoughts, but Miley was so perfect and downright gorgeous, Lilly was genuinely surprised not everyone was falling down to their knees and begging her for attention.

So for a couple of years everything was as perfect as it could be under their situation. They lived in two different states, they went to two different schools, and Miley was not out yet. But they called each other and held private meetings via webcam everyday, and every chance they got they jumped on a plane and visited. Lilly's parents were aware of the relationship, and they approved, President Stewart, along with the rest of the world, were suspicious, but never said anything.

Two years later the Go Green Campaign had garnered numerous supporters and many of the proposals for cleaner air, more ethanol production, and energy salvation had been passed by Congress. Senators Mr. and Mrs. Truscott and President Stewart were seen as proof that the two parties could unite for a common cause and, once again, put the United States as a ringleader among all other nations.

Two years later, Senators Mr. and Mrs. Truscott's term limits were up, and they decided to move to Washington D.C., to continue their past profession as environmental attorneys. Lilly was ecstatic.

Two years later, Governor Stewart was nominated to run for President for the Republican side. Mr. and Mrs. Truscott supported his presidency and campaigned with and for him. Early on in the primaries he was predicted to become the Republican candidate, and, ultimately, the next President of the United States.

Two years later, Miley came out to her father and told him about her relationship with Lilly. He ranted and raved, called the Truscotts and told them about the horrible influence his daughter was to his Miley (even though President Stewart was aware of Lilly's sexuality from the very beginning, it didn't bother him until his daughter confessed she was gay too.) He forbade Miley from every seeing or speaking to Lilly again. Miley was devastated.

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	3. Choosing Sides

"What are you girls doing today

"What are you girls doing today?" asked President Stewart.

Lilly was too busy trying to swallow a mouthful of scrambled eggs, so Miley answered with a shrug and a noncommittal, "Dunno."

"Well, if you decide to go out make sure you stick with Patrick, we don't want another incident like last years." President Stewart frowned.

Lilly choked on the orange juice she had been drinking and began coughing loudly. Miley quickly bit into her piece of toast to try to hide her smirk. The year before Lilly had bought tickets to a rock concert that Miley wasn't allowed to go to on her own, even though she wasn't going to be on her own and she was 20 years old. The only way Miley would be allowed to go, according to President Stewart, was if Patrick, her bodyguard, went along also. Miley grudgingly agreed, but not before Lilly had devised a brilliant (according to her) and devious plan to get rid of dear old Pat.

Lilly paid a woman to keep Patrick "busy" during the concert, and if she kept him afterwards she would get paid a bonus. It worked very well. An hour after the concert Miley and Lilly were starting to heat things up in their limo when Patrick started pounding on the windows, yelling for them to open the doors. Hell broke lose soon afterwards. Patrick was livid and cursing the entire, very fast, ride to the White House. He didn't speak to either of the girls, but the death glares he sent them regularly were enough to convince them that his time with his "girlfriend" hadn't been that great. Still, thought Lilly, that was no reason to get angry with them, they had set him up with an attractive woman…

It turned out the attractive woman was actually a man. Patrick tried to quit afterwards, but President Stewart didn't let him (they were old friends,) instead he yelled at him for leaving Miley alone, raised his salary and became very angry at Lilly (none of this made sense to Lilly.) But she didn't regret a thing, not even the fact that Patrick still followed them around like a dog on a leash, because every time she was in the same room or car with Patrick she would play 'Dude Looks Like A Lady' by Aersomith.

"Well, I have a busy day today, so I probably won't see you until dinner time. Be careful." President Stewart said while standing up. He gave Miley a kiss on her forehead and nodded towards Lilly.

"Alright daddy, have a good day," Miley smiled.

"Laters Mr. President," Lilly called out to his back.

President Stewart stopped for a few seconds, shook his head, and continued on his way out. Right outside the doors to the dinning room he ran into Tom and quietly said, "Keep an eye on them Tom. Make sure they don't fool around."

"Of course Mr. President."

"Your dad hates me," Lilly commented cheerily.

"No he doesn't," Miley responded without much conviction. "So what are we doing today?"

After Miley came out to President Stewart and he told her never to speak to Lilly again, he kept her busy on his Presidential campaign. At first Miley refused to help him, and she even threatened to leak the information about her sexuality to a magazine and run away. Mr. and Mrs. Truscott also made it clear to President Stewart that they would stop supporting him if he "didn't take his head out of his ass" as Lilly so eloquently put it. Mr. Stewart was in a dilemma, he loved his daughter very much but the presidency was so close… He knew losing Mr. and Mrs. Truscott would be a huge blow to his campaign, they were the source of all the democratic votes he would receive, but the crippling blow would come if Miley came out to the world. So he made a deal with her: you can remain friends with Lilly, nothing more. If she didn't accept the deal he would have her shipped off somewhere.

Miley didn't have to think twice; she immediately called Lilly and told her they were running away together. Somewhere far and exotic… Lilly showed up in the middle of the night at Miley's hotel room without any bags and explained to Miley that running away would be pointless. They were both well known and would be found without difficulty. No, Miley would have to agree to her dad's plan and they would continue sneaking around. It was fun anyway.

That year was the worst year in Miley's 21-year life. She resented her father for putting his career before her happiness. At times she hated him; he hired Patrick, who was more of a babysitter for when she spent time with Lilly, and he frequently sent her to campaign in places far away from Lilly, so that their time spent together was short and far between. Mr. and Mrs. Truscott kept their word, but their relationship with President Stewart became strained.

But after President Stewart became president, Miley moved out to attend Dartmouth College in New Hampshire, with Lilly no less. Although President Stewart wasn't happy, he knew he couldn't stop her, so he began to tolerate Lilly more and his relationship with Miley slowly rebuilt itself. Of course, it helped that he thought Miley and Lilly weren't dating anymore.

Yet, President Stewart never completely forgave Lilly, and it was harder now, their summer before their Junior year of college, when the two girls were spending so much time together.

"How about the mall?"

"That's a great idea Lils! You haven't bought me anything in ages!"

"Last weekend?"

Four hours later found Miley and Lilly exiting Versace with a grumbling Lilly holding three bags in each hand and a very happy Miley swinging a small bag with a pair of sunglasses inside back and forth.

"Can we please go eat now Miles?" Lilly whined. "I'm starving!"

Lilly decided she was in the mood for steak so she had Patrick drive them downtown to Shula's Steak House, one of Lilly's favorite.

It was early afternoon so it wasn't crowded, but Lilly still asked for a private booth near the back of the restaurant and Miley convinced Patrick to sit at another table, not too far away from theirs. After their drinks had arrived and they had both placed their orders Miley started gushing about the new jeans Lilly had gotten her, wondering aloud when she should wear them and Lilly was trying to figure out a way to grope Miley without Patrick noticing. A normal and pleasant afternoon.

"Son of a bitch! What are the odds?!" Lilly asked all of a sudden, a bewildered and irritated expression adorning her face.

"What are you cussing about this time?" Miley asked in an exasperated tone.

"It's twiddlebitch and twiddlebitchier! I swear if they come over here I'm going to hit them or hit on them, which do you think will make them angrier?"

"Hitting on them probably." Miley deadpanned.

"Miley! Ashley look; it's Miley!" Amber squealed loudly, promptly rushing over to their table.

Amber Addison and Ashley Dewitt were not human, of this Lilly was sure. They had too much plastic in them, they were too evil and President Stewart liked them better than he liked Lilly (this last part didn't have anything to do with Amber and Ashley being monsters, but it irked Lilly to no end.) Amber's dad was the mayor of D.C., and Ashley's family owned one of the Smithsonian Museums. Rich, snobby and complete idiots, Lilly had a very strong urge to stab them with her steak knife.

"How are you Amber? Ashley?" Miley asked while standing from her chair. She embraced first Amber then Ashley lightly and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. Lilly made a mental note to have Miley clean her lips before they kissed again.

"We're great! We just bought our dresses for my birthday party this Saturday. You're coming right?" Amber asked quickly.

"Yea of course we are! We wouldn't miss it for anything, would we Lilly?" Miley asked, trying to get Lilly involved in the conversation, even though the last thing Lilly wanted was to speak to Amber or Ashley. Miley should have known that Lilly thought angrily. Ever since she had meet the doorknob duo they had insulted her, thrown stuff on her and made her school life absolute hell, all because she was into girls. Lilly had repeatedly assured them they didn't have to worry about her hitting on them though; she didn't want any STI's.

Yet here they were, and Miley was talking to them and _assuring _them they would attend Amber's party, Lilly most definitely did not want to celebrate Amber living another year.

"I would miss it for just about anything." Lilly stated through gritted teeth.

"Well that's not a problem because you weren't invited Truscott." Ashley spit out harshly.

"Guys, if Lilly can't go, then I can't go either…" Miley said hesitantly.

"Oh don't worry about it Miley, you have fun with them, go ahead and wear the clothes I bought you to." Lilly said before standing up quickly and walking away towards the exit.

"Lilly wait!" Miley yelled out.

"Don't worry about her Miley, she's trash anyway. Come have lunch with us we can ta-" but Amber was cut off before she could finish her sentence by a very pissed off Miley.

"Don't you _ever _talk about Lilly like that again!"

Miley stormed off after Lilly, quickly stopping at Patrick's table and telling him to pay for the food. She rushed outside but she didn't see Lilly. She wouldn't have gone to the car thought Miley; she's probably walking, but where to? She randomly decided to go right and power walked, bumping into people, not bothering with apologies, just concentrating on finding Lilly so she could tell her off.

A few moments after Miley left the restaurant Patrick ran out, turning left in search of Miley. Shit he thought, I'm gunna be in trouble again!

Miley picked up her pace but had to make a quick stop at a crosswalk. Looking ahead she saw some blond hair and then the multi- colored t-shirt Lilly was wearing that day. She pushed the walk button by her side repeatedly, and sprinted down the road when the white walking man turned on.

Lilly had slowed down, thinking she had lost Miley, so she was very surprised when someone yanked her shoulder hard and made her turn around. Miley looked furious, which made Lilly even angrier but before she could start her rant Miley took her hand and roughly pulled her into the café they were standing in front of. She headed towards a table in the very back and simply stated, "Sit down."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Lilly responded angrily. Nevertheless, she sat down across from Miley.

"Why did you run off like that?" Miley asked in a clipped tone.

"Are you serious?! You really don't know? Or are you acting stupid to make yourself feel better?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?! Talking to me like that!" Miley's voice had steadily risen in volume and a few people were beginning to stare. "You're the one who left me there, looking like an idiot!" Miley said, once again speaking in a regular volume.

"I'm your girlfriend! And those bitches have always told me off and turned people against me, did you forget the time they sent those idiots to beat the crap out of me?! But it's all right because I'm just your dirty little secret and Miley freakin Stewart is the President's daughter and has to maintain a civil relationship with everyone! Well fuck that! I wish you would stand up for me, just once!" Lilly was breathing hard and all along her peripheral vision all she could see was a haze of red. She was so angry! She wanted to hit something!

Miley's anger had quickly subsided during Lilly's angry outburst and was replaced by shame and sadness. Her eyes, a few minutes before a cold, hard blue, were now a soft gray, quickly filling with unshed tears over her (now) obvious betrayal.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "You're completely right Lilly. I didn't think… You know I don't like them at all, but I didn't want to cause a scene and-"

"You could have just told them to bug off," Lilly stated dully looking down at the table, her anger now gone, in its wake sadness.

"You're right. I'm so sorry, really. It won't happen again. Please Lilly... What do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

Lilly sighed.

"Lather yourself in hot fudge and let me lick it off," Lilly replied, slowly raising her head and giving Miley a small smile.

Miley laughed out loud and launched herself at Lilly. Sitting on her lap and giving her a tight hug whispering, "I love you so much," into her ear.

They ate in the café and made small talk, Lilly remained relatively quiet throughout, very uncommon for her, so Miley figured she was still a bit upset. She wondered how much fudge she had at home…

An hour later they met with Patrick at the car; he had called Miley and demanded to know where she was or he would call Secret Service.

The ride home was quiet and uneventful, Lilly didn't even play 'That Dude Looks Like a Lady.' When they finally arrived at the White House Lilly said good-bye without going inside or giving Miley a kiss. Miley always got a good- bye kiss.

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	4. Communicating

Miley usually didn't sleep very much

Miley usually didn't sleep very much. This night was no exception. However, the reason she spent her night awake was not Lilly's insatiable appetite for her body, it was Lilly's absence.

The night before, after Lilly had left, Miley had gone straight to her room and spent her entire evening there, skipping dinner and refusing to speak to her father. It was now almost noon and Miley was still holed up in her room wearing her pajamas and staring off into nothing.

Their fights were not infrequent; Lilly was obnoxious and stuck her foot in her mouth very often, Miley was bossy and a perfectionist, this equated to lots of yelling and throwing things at each other when they didn't agree. But they always made up after a couple of hours, both apologizing profusely and making love until Lilly decided she wanted real food. And it wasn't like this was their first really big fight.

The year before, President Stewart had held a dinner party to raise funds for something Miley didn't care about and Lilly thought was stupid. He had insisted Miley find a date. Miley was resistant to the idea, she knew Lilly's worst trait was jealousy, so she half-heartedly looked around and a day before the dinner told her father she hadn't found any boy who could accompany her.

"Not a problem!" President Stewart exclaimed happily. "The Prime Minister of England will be here tomorrow and he has a son your age, and from what I hear he is an admirer of yours and he is very good looking," he winked. "I'm sure he will love to accompany you."

He loved it all right; Miley did not. But since Lilly wouldn't be going to the party ("what for? All of those people know me and don't like me," she had stated when Miley invited her,) Miley decided to keep mum about her date with the Prime Minister's son. Yes, it was a stupid idea.

Blake, that was Miley's date's name, was all over her at the dinner and invited her outside at one point for a romantic walk across the garden where he tried to kiss her. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part came the morning after when pictures of the two together were printed in newspapers across the country. Even the news made a big deal about it, "The U.S. and England have always had a good relationship, but it just might be getting a little bit more personal," a newscaster stated with a sly smirk.

Lilly retaliated. She flew to Australia and spent two weeks there, never answering any of Miley's calls. And even though she wanted to, Lilly couldn't bring herself to cheat on Miley and after becoming very depressed and drinking every day, she decided to return to the states. Once she got home she realized Blake was still in Washington D.C., trying to win over Miley. So Lilly did the only thing she could do: she challenged Blake to a game of beer pong, the loser had to leave the states, never to return.

Lilly won without a problem. She was even gracious enough to buy Blake his plane ticket home, and then she broke up with Miley. It took a lot of begging and groveling for Lilly to finally forgive Miley, about an hours worth.

Miley had cried every night those two weeks Lilly had left the country the year before, but she wasn't sure if she should be crying now. A large part of her knew Lilly would come back to her, because she knew Lilly loved her. Lilly often held Miley and told her how perfect she was, Lilly would whisper their future into her ear and promise to never leave her, she would kiss her face repeatedly, saying how lucky she was to have an angel, how undeserving she was to have her. But a small part was afraid. What if Lilly was fed up with being the strong one? The one who always came running? Because Miley knew, and so did Lilly, that Miley's word was law. Maybe she was tired of being strung along only to be disappointed when Miley had to be the President's daughter.

And it wasn't that Miley didn't love Lilly, she did. Her life revolved around Lilly as much as Lilly's life revolved around Miley. Lilly was her reason for living, her only form of happiness and truth, and even though Lilly was usually the dramatic one, Miley was sure that if Lilly ever left her she would die. She would be the first person ever to die from heartache.

So Miley cried. She cried for Lilly, she cried because she didn't say 'I love you' to Lilly before she left, and she cried because Lilly didn't tell her 'I love you too' in return.

"She's been in her room since last night when she got home from your shopping trip. Did something happen?" Tom asked.

"Everything is going to be ok," Lilly answered. She walked through the entrance hall and pushed the up button on the elevator. Tom watched her walk away with a feeling of uneasiness in his stomach.

Once on the second floor Lilly headed directly to Miley's room, stopping at her door and taking a deep breath, she knocked a few times.

"Who is it?" Miley called out.

"Lilly."

Miley shot up from her bed when she heard the answer and ran towards the door, yanking it open.

"You're fast," Lilly commented with a hint of a smile.

Miley said nothing in return, only staring at Lilly trying to read the expression on her face. Contemplative? Pained? Miley wasn't sure.

"We need to talk," Lilly continued, still standing in Miley's doorway awkwardly. "Can I come in?"

Miley was quickly brought back from her thoughts with those four words 'we need to talk.' All of a sudden her stomach started churning, it felt like someone was kneading her intestines in an attempt to make pizza dough, Lilly loves pizza she thought absently, her breathing became shallow and her vision was blurry and-

"Miley!" Lilly yelled. "Breath! Jesus Christ, have you eaten anything?" Lilly asked worriedly, picking Miley up bridal style and carrying her towards the bed. She put her down gently and picked up the phone. After calling the kitchen and asking them to bring something for Miley to eat, she returned to the bed and sat down next to Miley, brushing her hair away from her face tenderly. Miley opened her eyes at the touch and looked up, seeing worry and love in Lilly's eyes, she began to cry.

"What's wrong Miles?" Lilly asked, worry lacing her voice. Miley only cried harder. "What's wrong baby? Please don't cry."

"Please don't leave me Lilly!" Miley cried out. "I love you and I'm so, so sorry and I don't care about anyone except you and I'll tell my dad about us and-"

"Miley your not making any sense! Calm down and breath." Lilly cut in. Usually Miley was cute when she rambled and didn't make sense, but the tears ruined it for Lilly.

"I'm never going to leave you. Where would you get a crazy idea like that? And I know you love me, I love you to." Lilly said laying down facing Miley.

"But you said we needed to talk." Miley said in a small voice. Her crying had stopped and her breathing was returning to normal once again so she was easier to understand.

"Yea, we need to talk about yesterday." Lilly chuckled. However, she quickly turned serious again and said, "I overreacted. Just because I don't like Amber and Ashley doesn't mean you can't be friends with them. That's selfish of me."

"No it's not. I'm the selfish one. You do everything for me and put up with my dad and all of this crap and it's not fair to you. I'm telling my dad the truth, and this time I don't care what he says or does." Miley replied firmly. "I'm an adult now, he can't keep me from you."

Lilly smiled, a big smile showing all her teeth, and she leaned towards Miley giving her a peck on the forehead, nose, and finally mouth. Miley opened her mouth and slowly poked her tongue into Lilly's mouth. Softly touching, caressing. Kissing Lilly was always perfect. Miley rolled them over a bit so that she was on top and tangled her fingers in Lilly's hair, gripping tightly and kissing with more urgency. Lilly didn't have a problem keeping up; she hugged Miley tightly, pressing them together and grinding into Miley's thigh slowly. Lilly's hands had just started roaming southward when there was a knock on the door.

"I've brought lunch Miss Miley, can I come in?" asked Tom through the door.

"Yes Tom," Miley sighed, rolling off of Lilly and standing up.

It wasn't hard to guess what had been going on; Miley was trying to catch her breath and Lilly was still lying on the bed, her hair and clothes disheveled.

"Sorry for interrupting," Tom smirked, quickly placing the tray with food on Miley's desk and leaving, shutting the door softly behind him.

"That little perve," Lilly whispered.

"Are you hungry?" Miley asked, already sitting down and cutting into her chicken breast.

Lilly stood up and strutted towards Miley, glancing down briefly at the food, she leant down and whispered seductively into Miley's ear, "I was hoping for something a little more… _juicy._"

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